Chapter 1029: Zhang Jingkang, what a miserable man
Jiang Teng tore off the cover of the invitation letter, revealing an exquisite and elegant invitation letter. When he opened it, he saw that it was an invitation letter to a birthday party. The inviter was Zhang Shaoying, and the invitees were Jiang's father and Jiang's mother. The invitation
Jiang and his wife went to Shencheng to attend their wife's birthday party.
Kristine rolled her eyes, covering up the complex emotions in her eyes, and asked as if unintentionally: "Who is Zhang Shaoying?
Your dad’s friend?”
"Well, they are close comrades-in-arms.
By the way, didn’t I tell you that Shiyi found his parents?
Zhang Shaoying is her biological father, and her real name is Zhang Jingyao."
Jiang Teng casually thrust the invitation into her hand and returned to the kitchen.
Christine stared at the invitation with intense eyes. She had no chance to go to Shencheng in person and had already made plans to conduct remote control. But after seeing this invitation, her mind became active.
With a plan in mind, she followed the invitation letter to the kitchen, sat on the high chair again, held her chin and asked Jiang Teng: "Brother A Teng, are you going to celebrate the birthday of Shi Yi's mother?"
"Her family is not in S city, but in Shencheng. My parents are not at home either. I will just give them a gift later."
Jiang Teng was chopping vegetables with his back to Christine, with a fish-like smile on his lips.
"Well... you're not going."
Christine looked a little disappointed.
Jiang Teng smiled and turned around: "What's wrong?
do you want to go?"
Kristine nodded unabashedly: "I miss Eleven a little bit, and I also want to see what Eleven's mother looks like. I don't even remember what my mother looks like."
Her sadness was not concealed. If her identity had not been confirmed, Jiang Teng would have been deceived by her. Who would have thought that such a soft girl would have a vengeful devil living in her heart.
Jiang Teng put down the knife, walked up to her, rubbed her hair across the table, and comforted: "Your mother is very beautiful and gentle, and she loves you very much.
If you want to go, let's go. After dinner, I'll book two air tickets, and in the afternoon we'll go out and buy a gift for Mrs. Zhang."
Christine became happy all of a sudden and nodded happily: "I'll buy it, I'll buy it, I have money in my card, I have money."
Jiang Teng smiled, said hello, turned around and went back to chopping vegetables.
He didn't know whether Christine only hated Zhang Shaoying alone, or whether she also hated her mother and brother.
Maybe deep down in her heart, she still misses her mother very much, but maybe the devil in her heart has long since swallowed up all the family affection. Who knows for sure.
... Shen Cheng.
A family of four gathered together to make dumplings. Eleven had never made dumplings before. It was very easy to watch Lin Shuhui make the dumplings, but when she made them herself, she looked very ugly. Her typical eyes had learned it, but her hands had not yet acquired the skills. The wrappings were weird.
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Zhang Jingkang: "Hahahahaha... what the hell are you talking about?
Twelve zodiac signs?”
Shiyi's face turned red when she was laughed at, and she felt aggrieved. She was so smart and could learn everything quickly. Why couldn't she make dumplings well? It was simply unscientific.
"Don't laugh at your sister. I'll give you all the dumplings made by Yaoyao later."
Lin Shuhui glared at her son.
Zhang Jingkang quit: "Why, am I not worthy of eating long and beautiful dumplings?"
"Just because she is your sister."
Lin Shuhui is partial online.
"Dad, look at my mother, her mind is set on Moscow."
Zhang Jingkang said with an exaggerated metaphor.
Zhang Shaoying answered: "Don't let me see, my mind has gone to Moscow with your mother."
Zhang Jingkang: ...He is really going to run away from home. If he is not such a bully, is he still the legitimate son of this family?
Taking advantage of Zhang Jingkang's frustration, Shiyi made another dumpling. The shape of this dumpling was specially made for Zhang Jingkang. It was in the shape of a bull's head with erect ears. She also pinched the nose and pressed two little ones.
Mung bean eyes look like an angry cow.
"Brother, this is for you."
Eleven handfuls of bull head dumplings were placed in front of Zhang Jingkang, and he asked, "Does it look like you?"
Zhang Jingkang gritted his teeth: "I'm going to beat you!"
"You can't beat me."
Eleven raised her chin slightly, like a proud and powerful little princess.
Zhang Jingkang felt that he was being looked down upon. He couldn't bear it anymore. He rolled up his sleeves and started to do it: "I still don't believe it. Let's go and make gestures now."
"Okay, but we agreed not to cry if we lose."
Eleven patted the flour on his hands to challenge.
Zhang Jingkang pointed to the weird dumplings she made and said, "If I lose, I will eat these ugly dumplings you made."
"Don't mess around. What do brothers and sisters look like fighting?"
When Lin Shuhui saw that the brother and sister were about to come, she immediately stopped them.
"Mom, this is called sparring, not fighting."
Zhang Jingkang corrected.
Eleven nodded: "Well, he can't beat me, don't worry, mom."
Zhang Jingkang: ...I really want to smash you little bitch to the ground and rub her.
He was so angry. In all his life, he had never been so despised by a woman.
Zhang Shaoying was smiling, as if waiting to watch the show. Seeing that they were really going to compete in the yard, she put down the dumpling wrappers and said, "Then I will be your referee."
"Then I'll go take a look too."
Lin Shuhui was worried and wanted to follow.
So the family of four suspended the family time of making dumplings and moved to the yard.
It was still very cold outside. Zhang Shaoying and Lin Shuhui both put on down jackets. Zhang Jingkang and Shiyi competed with each other and stood thinly in the yard.
"Don't keep beating. It's too cold. Let's use five minutes as the time limit."
Lin Shuhui couldn't bear to let her daughter freeze outside, so she said before they started.
Both of them nodded in agreement.
Zhang Shaoying looked at the time and shouted: "Start."
With an order, Zhang Jingkang and Eleven launched attacks on each other at the same time.
The two people's fists and kicks are different. Zhang Jingkang is more rigid, with a clear military atmosphere, and his fists and kicks have the sound of breaking the wind.
Eleven is to be soft when encountering strength, and to be strong when encountering softness, and will adjust his style according to the opponent's approach.
Zhang Jingkang and Jiang Teng had a few moves last night. At that time, she had observed his methods, and they were generally very similar to Jiang Teng's.
However, Eleven knew that Jiang Teng had no intentions. After all, as a soldier who performs special missions all year round, his tactics must be more chilling than Zhang Jingkang's. In fact, he is not much different from their killers. They all take the lives of others as their first criterion.
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Zhang Shaoying is familiar with her son's tricks, so she doesn't pay much attention to her son. Instead, she pays more attention to Eleven. It can be seen from the first move she makes that she is practicing killing moves without any pretense. All her moves are aimed at the target.
Someone else's life is gone.
A son is really no match for his daughter.
After only a minute, Zhang Shaoying made a decision in her heart.
Sure enough, in less than five minutes, Zhang Jingkang was kicked to the ground by Eleven, a foot stepped on his chest, and asked condescendingly: "Do you accept it?"
Zhang Jingkang: ...It's such a disgrace that he was thrown into his grandma's house. He actually couldn't beat a woman. It's so damn painful.
Lin Shuhui laughed: "Hahahahaha...Okay, okay, Yaoyao wins, Jingkang, you have to eat all the dumplings made by Yaoyao at noon."
Zhang Jingkang: ...I am so miserable as a man.
Eleven put his feet back and stretched out his hand towards him.
Zhang Jingkang awkwardly gave her his hand and asked her to pull him up.
"Brother, how many dumplings do you want to eat?
I've only packed a dozen, so it's not enough for you to eat."
Eleven asked Zhang Jingkang thoughtfully after pulling him up.
The corners of Zhang Jingkang's mouth twitched fiercely.
Thank you, no, leave some room for me to eat some beautiful dumplings.
Zhang Shaoying and Lin Shuhui laughed loudly. The couple had not been so happy during the Chinese New Year in more than ten years.